I'm having a hard time keeping a brave face in the midst of our pain.
People ask me how I'm doing and I say fine, but the tears immediately start welling up and I have to change the subject.
It's not even like a miscarriage - we weren't pregnant at all, but the sense of loss is still there. It was the potential. Am I being silly?
Now, a new year is again ahead of us, and my nutritionist is emailing me to set up an appointment, but I cannot bring myself to answer her.
I cry when I'm alone, because I don't want my husband to worry. But I know he does anyway. He keeps trying to cheer me up, and I love him for it, but it stings.
At the end of the day, its just him and me. And the dogs...
I just feel very empty...and it sucks.
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